Self-Raised; Or, From the DepthsSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Self-Raised; Or, From the Depths
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Fiction
"Aspiring young gentleman!" said Ishmael, smiling.
"There now," said Hannah, who had heard the latter part of this
conversation, "that's what I tell Reuben. He needn't think he is
going to make ladies and gentlemen out of our children. They are
just good honest workman's children, and will always be so; for
'what's bred in the bone will never come out in the flesh'; and
'trot mammy, trot daddy, the colt will never pace.' Cart-driver!"
mocked Hannah, in intense disgust.
"Nonsense, Aunt Hannah! Why, don't you know that when I was Johnny's
age my highest earthly ambition was to become a professor of odd
jobs, like the renowned Jim Morris, who was certainly the greatest
man of my acquaintance!"
While they were chatting away in this manner Sally brought in the
coffee and tea, which was soon followed by dishes of fried oysters,
stewed oysters, fried ham, and broiled chicken, and plates of
waffles, rolls, and biscuits, and in fact by all the luxuries of a
Maryland supper.
Hannah took her place at the head of the table and called her family
around her.
And all sat down at the board. Even the dog squatted himself down by
the side of Ishmael, where he knew he was sure of good treatment.
Sally, neatly dressed, waited on the table. And presently Jim, who
had a holiday this Saturday evening and was spending it with Sally,
came in, and after shaking hands with "Mr. Ishmael" and welcoming
him to the neighborhood, stood behind his chair and anticipated his
wants as if he, Jim, had been lord-in-waiting upon a prince.
When supper was over and the service cleared away, Ishmael, Reuben,
Hannah, and the children, who had been allowed to sit up a little
longer in honor of Ishmael's visit, gathered together on the front
porch to enjoy the delicious coolness of the clear, starlit, summer
evening.
While they were still sitting there, chatting over the old times and
the new days, the sound of wheels were heard approaching, and Sam
drove up in the wagon, in which was Ishmael's trunk and a large box.
Jim was called in from the kitchen, where he had been engaged in
making love to Sally, to assist in lifting the luggage in.
The trunk and the box were deposited in the middle of the parlor
floor to be opened,--because, forsooth, all that simple family
wished to be present and look on at the opening.
Ishmael's personal effects were in the trunk they guessed; but what
was in the box? that was the riddle and they could not solve it.
Both the children pressed forward to see. Even the dog stood with
his ears pricked, his nose straight and his eyes fixed on the
interesting box as though he expected a fox to break cover from it
as soon as it was opened.
Ishmael had mercy on their curiosity and ended their suspense by
ripping off the cover.
And lo! a handsome hobby-horse which he took out and set up before
the delighted eyes of Johnny.
He lifted the tiny man into the saddle, fixed his feet in the
stirrups, gave him the bridle, and showed him how to manage his
steed.
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